Tag Archives: walking
Not-So-Mellow Yellow
Yellow season was well under way before I noticed it this year, probably because April was cool and everyone was bitching about how winter would never end. True, there was enough ice in Travvy’s outdoor water dish to make an … Continue reading
My Morning
The last couple of weeks I’ve been too obsessed with impending deadlines to have adventures or blog about the adventures I wasn’t having. This morning I had a little adventure in spite of myself. Usually I write for an hour … Continue reading
Overbooked
I do a little dog-sitting on the side. Mostly in the neighborhood. It’s not arduous. It gets me off my duff and away from the computer. What’s not to like? I’m in the middle of a three-week gig looking after … Continue reading
Sunset at Lambert’s Cove
It being about 18 degrees F (–8 C) out, sunny, with a brisk wind blowing, I thought it was a fine day for the beach, so Trav and I went for a sunset walk at Lambert’s Cove. Before I got … Continue reading
Musing about Lyme
In mid-December I took myself down to the Island Health Clinic, explained to my friendly practitioner that my left knee had certainly improved since it got whacked by Lyme disease and the Baker’s cyst last July but the improvement had … Continue reading
Moon Walking
After several days of overcast and rain, the sky cleared as the moon was nearing full. It’s stayed clear as the moon wanes. Most nights Trav and I have gone out moon walking. I carry a little flashlight in my … Continue reading
Live and Learn
Yesterday it snowed. Yesterday was a gray day. The snow was wet and there wasn’t much of it. This morning it sparkled. The snow was both pristine and easy to walk in. What’s not to like? Snow reveals the passage … Continue reading
Loss
I took this photo almost a year ago. The winged sumac was getting redder and bolder and I was looking forward to getting another shot. Monday morning I met a young guy with a brush cutter at just this spot. … Continue reading
Early Fall Color
Inspired by Farmer Tom of Wishetwurra Farm (up the road from me apiece in West Tisbury), I’ve been packing my little point-and-shoot whenever Travvy and I go out. Fall in New England raises expectations high. We’re famous for our fall … Continue reading
Directions
On our morning walk Travvy and I came to the end of Pine Hill. Across Old County, in the little parking area for the big meadow, was a burgundy sedan. Cars are not exactly rare in this little parking area, … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 